A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Shenming Temple.

Aaron put the golden egg in the upper left corner of the storage rack, "I'll leave this thing to you for now."

"Do your best!" The thought body said indifferently, "You have been very glorious in public today, what do you think?"

"My feeling is that there should be no next time." Aaron said depressedly, "I have been hiding well in the past three years, but today, in less than an hour, I exposed three abilities, Dragon Language, Illusion Magic, and Dragon Slaying Magic."

"And the physical fitness and fighting skills far exceed those of ordinary people."

"Okay, four of them were exposed."

"This is within the acceptable range, we have planned it."

"I know, I am worried about the remaining two projects.

If it is not done well, the rest cannot be concealed."

"There is no way, all we can do is to fight against the enemy and cover the water." The thought body said very bluntly, and then changed the subject, "And as long as I am not exposed, everything is worth it.

A fourteen-year-old junior magician and a fourteen-year-old junior great magician are two completely different concepts. The former is amazing, and the latter is feared."

Hearing this, Aaron curled his lips and opened the task panel.

[Participate in the Triwizard Tournament;

Complete the task and get a reward of 2000 magic points, no penalty for failed tasks, accepted (1/3 completed)]

[Win the Triwizard Tournament;

Complete the task and get a reward of 1000 magic points, no penalty for failed tasks, accepted]

The rewards are not small, but they are not enough for him now.

Not to mention becoming the God of Magic, there is still a long way to go before he can become a Saint Magister.

However, Aaron did not complain. At the level of Grand Magister, if he wants to improve his strength, he will have to work ten or even dozens of times harder than before.

Compared to others, he is already cheating. If Dumbledore knew, he would be envious and cry.

......

After the first competition, everything seemed to be back on track.

Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang all started classes as usual.

The five warriors were not in a hurry to crack the clues of the golden egg. After all, there were still a few months before the second competition, and they had plenty of time to waste.

The weather in December is even colder, but the dozen or so blast-tailed skrewts in the Care of Magical Creatures class don't feel it at all.

They are now nearly two meters long, with their tails constantly exploding and spewing fire, and with their disgusting spines and suckers, they are veritable monsters.

Hagrid made the students work hard to stuff them into the box in class, and many people had burns and scratches on their bodies.

"I really don't understand why he is our professor of Care of Magical Creatures." Draco said with an indignant look.

"Malfoy, you have to respect Professor Hagrid..." Harry said.

"Don't be ridiculous." Draco pulled open his sleeves, revealing a red scar on his arm, "Your shoulder is also injured, right?

The fact is, this class is more dangerous than the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Compared to Hagrid, I suddenly think our Mad-Eye Professor is much cuter."

"Okay, both of you." Aaron was a little tired and made a round, "Say less!"

"Okay." Draco said reluctantly, "But I really think he is not worthy of being a teacher."

"In fact, Hagrid knows a lot about magical creatures, but the blasting-tailed skrewt doesn't seem to be within his scope of understanding."

Crabbe and Goyle walked over from a box. Their robes were cut by more than a dozen holes, and several shallow bloodstains were oozing blood, looking particularly embarrassed.

"Tsk! It seems that I really need to mention it to my dad." Draco frowned, "Even if we can't change the professor of the Care of Magical Creatures class, we have to change a magical creature, otherwise we will be killed by him sooner or later."

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall finished assigning homework and walked down from the podium.

"I have a few words to say to everyone. The Christmas Ball is coming.

This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests.

The ball is only open to students above the fourth grade, but you can invite a junior student if you like.

The time is from 8 to 12 o'clock on Christmas night. At that time, change into your dress robes and gather in the auditorium."

"Professor." Aaron raised his right hand and asked, "Can I not participate?"

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then said with a straight face: "Of course not.

Not only must you participate, but you must also show the demeanor of Hogwarts. After all, we are the host school."

"What if someone can't dance?"

"Come to me to learn, the location is set in the Transfiguration classroom.

There is more than half a month left, and I promise to teach you." Professor McGonagall said righteously, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been respected for thousands of years. I will never allow you to tarnish its reputation overnight."

Aaron curled his lips and felt that Professor McGonagall was making a fuss.

It sounds ridiculous that a reputation of thousands of years would be affected because someone can't dance.

At this time, the bell rang, and students stuffed their books into their backpacks, and there was a commotion in the classroom.

"Potter, Gaius, you two stay for a moment." Professor McGonagall said loudly, "I have something to tell you."

The two looked at each other and sat back in their seats in tacit understanding.

After everyone left, Professor McGonagall walked between the two of them and said, "According to past tradition, it is the warriors from the Triwizard Tournament who start the dance, so you must have your own partner."

"What?" Aaron opened his mouth in astonishment, "Isn't this tradition a bit overwhelming?"

"What mate?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Dance partner, Christmas ball partner." Aaron said a little unnaturally, "You have lived with Muggle relatives for more than ten years, so you don't even understand this, right?"

Harry's eyes were dull, and he couldn't help but shudder when he thought about his uncle and aunt's behavior at those banquets.

"Professor, I don't..."

"No." Professor McGonagall interrupted him firmly, as if she knew what he was going to say, "The warrior is the representative of the school and the face of Hogwarts, so you can't refuse."

"Professor, I'd like to take the liberty of asking.

If something happens at home, or if I'm not at school during Christmas vacation, can I... not go? "

"It's a very smart idea, but unfortunately, it can't be done." Professor McGonagall said meaningfully, "Miss Klein knows about the Yule Ball. She asked me to tell you that you must attend."

"She is too lenient!" Aaron said unhappily, "Don't say she is just my cousin, even if she is my parents..."

"This is what your parents meant too."

A generous gift crab!

Aaron's heart felt like billions of grass and mud horses galloping past.

"I understand, I'll just participate."

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Harry, "Potter, do you have any questions?"

"No, no more."

"Then I hope you can find a dance partner as soon as possible."

The two walked out of the classroom, sighing at the same time, feeling depressed that they had to attend the Yule Ball.

"Spare me!" Harry smiled bitterly, "Finding a partner to dance with is even more difficult than tree peaks."

"Just take care of yourself!" Aaron patted Harry on the shoulder, "For the sake of our mutual sympathy, I'll give you a piece of advice. Find a dance partner quickly. If it's too late, someone else will pick the rest."

“Not only do you have to find a dance partner, you also have to be able to dance.

Can you dance? "

Aaron raised his right hand, revealing an imperceptible gap between his index finger and thumb, "I understand a little bit."

The corners of Harry's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked himself that he knew Aaron better.

A little bit, then it’s a billion bits and pieces!

...

The next day, Hogwarts was filled with a lively atmosphere.

Many people are excited about the upcoming dance, and the girls are even more passionate. They can be seen in groups discussing the Christmas party almost everywhere.

The five warriors of the Triwizard Tournament have naturally become popular items, and from time to time, people come over and invite them to be their dance partners.

Aaron didn't know what the other warriors did. He rejected invitations from three girls in one morning, but when he thought that a fourth or fifth girl would come to invite him, he felt his head hurt.

No, we still have to act as soon as possible!

If this continues, it will be a matter of time before he is annoyed to death.

After hesitating for a long time, Aaron picked up Abe and walked towards the library.

As expected, a group of girls were chatting around Krum, seeming to be discussing who he would pick as his dance partner.

Not far away, Hermione was reading quietly alone.

"I knew you were here." Aaron placed Abe on the desk, then looked at Hermione opposite, and asked directly: "Miss Granger, are you willing to be my dance partner?"

"ah?"

A blush rose on Hermione's face, and her heart skipped a beat.

After being confused for a while, she turned her eyes to the book with a blushing face.

"I agreed."

"That's good." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the first time I invite a girl to dance. Fortunately, you didn't refuse, otherwise I would be embarrassed."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Among the girls at Hogwarts, I know you best. Who else can I look for if I don't look for you?" Aaron said very straightforwardly.

"Is this the only reason?" Hermione's eyes twitched slightly, a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes.

"Not entirely." Aaron scratched his head. "First of all, you are the most reliable among the people I know. You can save a lot of trouble. Secondly, you are very beautiful..."

"Wait." Hermione interrupted hastily, "I'm beautiful? Do you really think so?"

Aaron was stunned for a moment, carefully looked at the girl in front of him, and couldn't help but sneered: "How unsure of yourself are you?"

Hermione smiled sheepishly, "Looks like I have to dress up on the day of the prom."